The Sickness In Our Heads || AU

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•TOXIC B U T REAL?•

 Anger. Rage. Maybe fear, worries.

That is all his eyes say; from her perspective.

Dark orbs waver over the small body on the chair. His hands are in the pockets of his tracksuit. It can see his fists pokes through the thick fabric. Seeing them makes her gulp.

Is he going to do something to me?

Obviously, but what it would be?

As he moves to make himself more comfortable on the chair, his back leans on it, his eyes never leave her, not even for a second, but they never meet colours. He wants to stare at them, he adores the dark brown orbs.

The girl's gaze is glued on her hands that are placed on her covered thighs. It makes it more relaxing than they. She knows at some point he will come and fondle her. She just doesn't know when.

They have been sitting for the past ten minutes and the silence is killing. It is not near fine. Since Dea was a became a teenager there was always stood the feeling of insecurity just because of small decision she took, so when someone looks or just gives a glance at the girl she is starting to feel nervous and awful about herself. He, looking at her for minutes straight is not helping.

He knows how she felt, he knows everything about her.

Is it gonna be only that? Him staring at me?

Do I deserve it?

He doesn't want to make her feel frighten or to regret going out. But he has thought she was running away and that made him mad. Ha-Joon wants to give her lesson for making him that way; making him feel scared, terrified that something could have happened...

"Look at me, Dea." She quivers and harshly bites her lips. Her muscles are tense as she hears his sigh. He moves forward. "Pretty please."

She steads her breath and tries to calm the panic. Lifting her face at him with her eyes closed, Dea is paralyzed on a spot due to the dark aura holding her in a tight grip. Seconds later her eyes open not because she isn't scared but because he may do something that can probably make her horrified. Which is worse.

She sees his face, her eyes directly found his, like it is supposed to happen. Moving closer, the pulse beating in her ear blocked out all other noises in the room.

His face is inches away. If one of them moved their heads forward, even sideways their lips can touch. It's not like they haven't kiss-he had kissed her-but she doesn't want that. Not now, not later, not ever.

The girl wants to scream at his face, he is terrorizing. As he moves even closer, the raised eyebrows high on his face like he is mocking her and her heart pounding increases. Mouth opens but a sound never comes out.

He—his mouth—is fast. It lands on hers harshly, the gasp isn't even heard. She whimpers and her head goes backward of the strong force that he gives. There is no sound just deep breathing coming out of their noses.